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intentions?  “What exactly would that be?”
    She settled further into the tub, closing her eyes as I kneaded the arch of her foot.  “He’s building more furniture warehouses.  He wants to bring that part of Grand Rapids back.  It’d be good for the city.”
    Shit, he was actually going to build warehouses.  Now I really needed to keep an eye on Mitch.  “I see.  So is this your account to handle from now on?”
    She let out a pleasing groan as I brought my left hand up her calf, massaging further.  “No, I was just filling in for Will.  He’s going to be in charge of the account.”
    “Good.”  Her eyes flew open.  Maybe I said that too fast.  “I mean, you have a lot on your plate.  Chino’s project sounds like a big account to add to your load.”
    Her leg tensed along with the rest of her body as she straightened her posture.  “What does that mean?  Are you saying I couldn’t handle that big of an account?”
    “Of course not.”
    “Then why can’t I handle it?  I don’t have that much going on,” she grumbled.
    “Becs, you were just talking about how you were stressed about the wedding and the house,” I said nervously.
    “That has nothing to do with work.”
    Fuck.  I was digging a hole.  Blinking a few times, I went to my best way to distract her.  I gripped her foot and pulled it to my mouth, gently kissing her toes and giving her big soft eyes. 
    She took a sharp breath as her mouth dropped open.
    “You’re right.  You could handle it,” I said as I nipped her big toe.  “Forgive me?”
    She closed her eyes briefly at the intimate contact.  “I guess.”
    Hole averted. 
    “Shall we continue this in the shower?” I asked, picturing her delicious naked body beaded with water.
    She smirked.  “Mmm, I think I’ll just get ready for bed.”
    I scowled.  Was she toying with me?
    She giggled and pulled her foot away to climb out of the tub.  “Don’t worry. I’ll be waiting for you.”
    I gave her a lopsided smile, quickly turning to watch her throw her robe over her body.  I couldn’t wait to get out of the shower and show her how much I missed her.
     
     
     
    ***
     
    I quickly washed my body and hair, trying to ignore the massive hard on Becs gave me just by flirting.  I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her.  Shutting off the shower, I grabbed a towel and dried off.  I pondered how I should play tonight.  Should I tease her or not?  She was in a playful mood, I could tell that much.  I went into the closet and threw on a pair of blue boxers.  If all went well, they would be off my body in no time but would be enough to help with the game I wanted to play with her.
    I walked into our nautical themed bedroom to find Becca sprawled on her stomach on the fresh white sheets reading an architecture magazine.  She was wearing one of my white shirts, and sweet Jesus, she had on a pair of white lacy boy short undies.  My eyes were glued to the delectable curve of her ass cheeks.  Teasing her might be harder than I thought.  I got the urge to focus on my favorite part of my Becs as I crawled on the bed over top of her.
    “That was a speedy shower,” she flirted.
    “It was.  Take off your shirt.  I want to continue your massage from the bath,” I commanded, anxious to see her tanned skin.  I sat back on the bed, patiently waiting for her to obey. 
    She sat up on her knees facing away from me as she slowly pulled the shirt over her head.  My eyes greedily took in her bare skin and how her long, sun-kissed brown hair cascaded down her back.  Fuck me, she was beautiful.  She started to reach for her panties, but I grabbed her wrists from behind.  “I want you to keep these on,” I whispered in her ear.  A shiver went down her spine from my voice.  “Lay back on your stomach.”
    She relaxed into the bed, throwing the magazine to the side and resting her head on her arms.  I straddled the back of her knees, my hands anxious to make patterns